Bad things are meant to come in threes... Right?

So i think its fair to say iv had my share of shitty luck lately. Thought id share a bit of an unfortunate yet some how still humorous story with you. Not looking for a "Pity party" but instead to just get a few laughs out of you simply by using my tragic luck as a way to do it.

I had a work meeting last night. My car was sensibly parked about two hundred meters away from the door. Lights right over top of it shining it up for the whole car park to see, nothing valuable was visible to steal and it was parked next to some flash cars. Despite all of that and the luck i had had lately, it was my car, of coarse, that got broken into while i was in the meeting. Come on people! Hundreds of cars parked there and you had to attack the poor g banger. A crappy little nissan pulsar and you decided to try and take that. I should really put a big sign in the window saying, yes it had a big boar exhaust and it is lowered but DONT let the bonnet scoop full you thugs. Its not turbo. Its just a try hard.

So my night went a little something like this. Car was parked, walked into work meeting at st lukes stayed there for around two hours and then me and my friend mary went to leave. While we were walking out mary was obviously in a hurry to get home as she was about ten steps in front of me. Mary being mary didnt even realise that there was glass all over the ground or that my window was smashed. Infact she was pretty much walking over top of the glass and still chit chatting away to herself (thinking i was listening) and it was only when i yelled out "My fucking cars been broken into! Look!" Mary responds with "What? Ohhhhhhh shit nigger. It has to." Standing on top of the glass. Basically being about three meters behind her i still managed to notice first. Gotta love her.

Well then it was all on. I was yelling, pulling my pukana face, pretending i had my maori stick and jumping around all over the place. I calmed down a bit thinking, its okay bex, its just a window. NEK MINUTE, I open my door and the bloody ignition has been ripped out! So yet again the pukana face comes out. Mary is silently giggling to herself because i look like an idiot and a couple are standing at their car waiting to see if they could help out at all. I dont know why but instead of calling the police first i decided to call a friend and tell him what had happened too which i got the response "Well dont talk to me idiot, call the cops." Clearly i wasnt an expert with my car being broken into. I called the cops, filed a report. Called AA, turns out they only tow break downs not break ins, called insurance and decided not to make a 800 dollar claim just so i could get it towed back home. Called dad and it was only then that i decided to turn into a baby and have a sweet cry. Got over that pretty fast and ended up just calling a tow company. 160 dollars later my baby is stowed away in my drive way with a new window for 200 bucks, and new ignition for 50 (thanks to dad for buying the part and putting it in).

They didnt take anything including my flat mates ipod in the side pocket, my awesome clothes spread amongst the back or my rather empty wallet hiding under the seat. Basically they made an attempt to take my gangster car and failed rather miserably. The wheel had locked up or some technical shit like that so they could start it but they couldnt turn the wheel to get it out :) So my G-banger really is a g-banger because it wont even let the "G-UNITS" take it away from me. Mummy loves you! That thing and i are blimin made for each other.

Everyone that helped me out, Lucy, Mary, the kind couple and friend that stayed back to make sure everything was all good, thank you so much. I owe you a drink. To the idiots that dont know how to steal a car properly, Screw you! Try and take that precious thing away from me? Not gunna happen sorry ma bros. This car and i are forever. Its a little something called fate.

Young, dumb and failing at love.

So i thought tonight id do a blog directed for the females out there. Its about this stupid thing called love. Many seek it, find it then loose it. Others are lucky enough to find it and hold on to it, either because they are 100 percent compatible with their other half or the male she is with is just as crazy as her. 

Heres some of the many cliched lines about love that are meant to help you but really just give you cheesy status' for facebook or back in the day made great bebo skins! Dont go looking for love, let it find you. The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else. There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved. The list of cheesiness goes on. Iv decided these quotes do nothing but make you feel sorry for your desperate self and give you a reason to watch the notebook on repeat. So first piece of advice, stop googling "love quotes" (like i just did so i had some to put in this blog) and just maybe you will stop thinking about how your twenty, single, poor and slightly fat from the two pieces of cake you just ate after dinner.

Second piece of advice for the night. Turn your lovey dovey feelings into anger. But instead of getting your phone out and texting your ex about how he was so horrible to you and broke your heart, use your anger to make a banging play list on your ipod or phone, strap it on to your arm and either go hard out at the gym or a swift walk around the block. Youll find you feel amazing after wards rather than feeling like shit staring at a tub of empty icecream.

Third piece of advice. Dont sleep with your ex to try get "pay back" and let him see what hes missing. Its just a free ticket for him and some serious mind fucking for you. It wont work.

And the best thing iv realised this year and also my final piece of advice for this blog. We are young. Who cares about love right now? If youve found it, thats awesome. If not, dont sweat it, youve got ya whole life to settle down. Until then settle into cuddling ya besty after a drunken night out, atleast then youll wake up the next morning with no suprised look on your face and the thoughts "oh shit, what the hell did i just do", running round in ya head.

Some one once told me...

On my eighteenth birthday i got told something. Someone said to me dont blink. I asked why and they responded "because life will zoom straight past you". Boy were they right. It feels like just a month ago i was sitting in my friends car driving down to rhythm and vines freaking out that we were gunna run out of gas in the middle of no where cause we took the wrong way. So whats changed? Well a few more silly mistakes here and there, iv turned twenty, moved out of home, work full time... Shit. Im part of the big bad world now i guess. No more cute little high school. Iv quit smoking about ten times, did really well every time until i started up again. Iv taken a gap from uni to deal with a few things but really its just given me time to deal with double the amount of things. Dont get me wrong i bloody love life. My mates... well to sum them up, they are fucking nuts. That'd be why i get along with them so well. Im still single but definitely not lonely. Live with these two people that i dont even have words to describe how awesome they are. The definition of perfect flat mates = Bea and shawn. Amazing. Infact right now im sitting here having a glass of wine with bea after both our not so good days and i just accidently smashed bea's wine glass. Instead of having a fit that i smashed the glass she instead gets angry because now she has to go and pour another wine and i wasted the last one. No wonder we get along. 

So new years is nearing and to be honest a holiday sounds bloody awesome. Bring it on girls. Time to make more new years resolutions that i know i wont keep. 

First impressions stick.

Tonight i thought id share with you a bit of a cute child hood story. Most of them lead to me having no friends but this one actually has a happy ending.

I guess it all started when i apparently walked out of the girls toilets with a head band and spikey hair. I scared the shit out of her and it amazed me that she was even old enough to be in year seven. She was little enough to be 8. Anyways, after trying to click with a certain group of girls in my class and miserably failing i approached the school dean when i was in sobbing need. Mr fletcher was his name. Think everyone had a crush on him. He was nice enough to sit down with me and ask what was up and what he could do to help. I told him that i didnt know if it was because of my spikey hair or that i was stealing girls yummy lunches (my peanut butter sandwiches on oat bread was gross) that i had no friends or if people were just getting the wrong impression of me. Ill be honest, i dont know what the hell i did to repel people from liking me in my first year of strath but if it was a sport i would have gotten an award at prize giving. So anyway, he asked me who, if possible, i would choose to hang out with if they would want to. I immediatly mentioned the 8-year-old looking girl who did back flips in a skirt lengthed down to her ankles. He told me he would see what he could do.

The next day i was hanging out with this young girl and her other two friends Mary and chontelle. At the time i didnt know they absolutely did not want to hang out with me and were forced to in the end by mr fletcher (i should really call and thank him for that) but i was having a ball. I had friends (well i thought i did), i stopped stealing nikitas lunch and finally had people to sit with at interval.

Well turns out mary had no problem hanging out with me but chontelle and the other girl did. Every day they would try and convince mary to run away or ditch me. They even told me to go out with a boy called richard cryer because i cried all the time. But one day the tables turned... Mary started to hate hanging out with me and the other girl started to think i was rather amusing, or funny, i dont know, she saw something interesting though i guess.

The next year we got put in a class with our two other friends, Lauren and kirsty and then years followed of being in more classes throughout highschool together.

To this day im still friends with the cute 8-year-old looking girl and to be honest, i dont know where id be without her. Thank you Georgia Bramble. Hopefully these days you hang out with me by choice :)

Pet Peeves.

Iv just come to realise that alot of tiny things irritate me in a huge way and i thought maybe writing them down would get them off my chest and maybe they will then go away or atleast calm my rage about them.

1. When a photo is blue tacked to the wall but one corner is peeled off, or the hole photo is crooked.
2. When a blonde wears black bobby pins or vise versa. Why? It just looks trashy.
3. When you have finished your meal around a dinner table and leave the knife in fork in an unfinished position. Its not hard to point both pieces of cutlery into the middle of your plate.
4. When the main feature of a ring isnt straight (diamond off centre), or when the back of a necklace can be seen.
5. When an item of clothing has one side hanging off the coat hanger. Its just plain annoying.
6. Sniffing. BLOW YOUR FUCKING NOSE!
7. The silly faces people think they have to make as the inhale off of their cigerette. Like they are wincing in pain or something. If it hurts you should probably quit.
8. One word answers to texts. And dont accuse me of doing it my friends. I will only ever do it to you to prove my point at how ridiculous it is.

Hmm dont really feel any better about this but now that they are out in the open perhaps i can find ways to avoid running into these certain things. Bit of a pointless blog tonight but when i saw the bobby pins on a blondie at work today it got me thinking. Night ya'll.

My life just isnt funny anymore.

I dont know why but i have not found anything amusing to blog about for some time now. To be honest i could go into all sorts of detail about certain events that have happened but to save myself and many other people humiliation ill stick with a quick update of my traumatizing life in PG form.

Mardi gras. For my sake and the girls i travelled down there with, i think we will just leave it at that.

League fluro party. Hmmm well i was on top form. Think i pissed off a couple of people but thats clearly because they dont know how to handle spewy dewey at her best. Hell, even i cant handle her. The costumes were awesome, the shots were gross and the boys fluro tights were... well... tight.

Pub nights. Well pub nights are pub nights. Theres never one when someone doesnt get kicked out or not let in. Oooooh but heres a funny story, i cant remember why but at bosans the line was exceptionally huge and we ended up waiting outside for a rather long time. These girls took a liking to us by repeating everything we said in this whiney loud whingey irritating voice. I didnt like it, so i started doing it back. Well one thing lead to another and i was yelling out "hold my shit" in this ghetto voice to my mate georgia. She started yelling it back because its a thing we had in school but she was a bit chopped so didnt know i was doing it because of the girls. Anyway i ended up yelling out stupid things and then we got let in. No fight. Disappointing. Although i cant promise i wouldnt have run away. All talk and big voice but tiny wimp inside i guess.

My 20th Birthday. Hmmm maybe someone else should blog about this night because i really have no clue what happened all i know is it was a bloody great night and venturing to cock and bull after a little house gathering was the best decision we have ever made i think. Ask my mate lozza. Think she partied harder than the birthday girl. So 145 bucks spent on drinks, an awesome bail where i decided to drag about 10 people down with me, hair extensions being whipped around the dance floor and not letting anyone eat my cake my best friend made for me.. You can say i definately paid the price the next day. Laura hill however takes the gold medal home for this night after spending 150 dollars on a taxi for throwing up in it. Can always count on her for a bit of class!

So theres some epic nights for my readers to dwell on. Really all its showing me is i spend far to much money on alcohol and have some insane friends who just dont know when enough is enough. Personally, i wouldnt have it any other way.

Rest in peace nana.

Ellen Going 25.09.1913 - 07/07/2011

I spoke at my great grandmothers funeral and heres the poem i wrote for her.

Today i saw that beautiful smile
One with wisdom and love,
Its showed strength and courage and pride
But mostly it showed your tough.

You held my hand and we laughed around
Your eyes said it all without one sound
You were curious to see what id grown into
Hopefully someone your proud of, to call a part of you.

Today i heard the news that my nana had passed on
But the memory and spirit of her will never be gone.
That smile will stay etched in our heart and mind,
And i know shes proud of this whanau shes left behind.

Nana if theres one thing that i could ask of you,
Look after us down here and make sure my papas watching too.
We'll rejoice in the fact that your spirit will live on,
We will meet again even if it isnt until far and long.

So today i see that beautiful smile one more time,
She'll wave us goodbye before she starts her journey of a climb.
The climb to heaven to join other loved ones there,
While we celebrate her life and know that memories we will always share.

I love you nan xx

Twas the night before... Mardi Gras!

Wholey shit. One more sleep and im going to be on my way to one of the biggest festivals in nz. Shit this is going to be some fun. Im lying in bed with my best friend mooney next to me getting a little... excited. Usually we would be cuddling right now but she has this thing called a boyfriend now.. I dont really understand the concept of it but shes happy so hey! Back to being buddies.

The bags are packed, the alcohol is sorted and iv got myself some crap junk food for the weekend ahead so i think im ready for a big one away with the girls. Unfortunately the g-banger is still sick so wont be travelling with us but atleast it happened before the trip because i think id come back friendless if it broke half way down the line!

Killed time with moo today by going for a walk around panmure basin and decided it was so bloody fun we are gunna do it again in the morning before the trip. That way we dont have to feel as guilty when we stop for maccas three times on the way down. Shit... i wish. Its subway for us girls :)

Iv made a pretty happening playlist for the trip down so should be some sweet singalongs. Planning on coming back poor and struggling for the next two weeks but ahh well you have to sacrifice poverty for fun sometimes!! Will definately be doing a blog about it when i get back home about all the craziness. Put it this way, one night at cock and bull with the girls gets out of hand, so who the hell knows what can happen to us over an entire weekend!

The G banger.

Well after the day i had im pretty sure your all gunna be rolling round on the floor rofling by the time this story is finished. Its not really about my whole day, its just part of my day that has been a rather painful problem for the past year. My stupid bloody gangster look-a-like car.

So im driving along listening to "give me everything" on my awesome sounds and then my car starts making silly noises. No i dont know the specific noise, im a girl. Then i look at my temp gauge and... dum dum dum... its right up past hot! (Unfortunately it wasnt trying to tell me that my car was on fire with hotness). So yup it had over heated. I pulled over to check it out and text dad: QUICK! Ring me. Car problems. Well, my dad is so used to text messages like this he takes his time at calling of course then when he does decide to finally ring i get a "so, whats up this time?". After having a big rant and trying to explain to him what happened he tells me it sounds like the head gasket but try putting more water in anyway to see if it cools down. No girls, dont tip water over the engine, it goes in the little water container under the bonnet. Ok so there was to problems with this... The first problem was that i was on a main road. Not just a town main road but almost like a highway main road. Eventually i overcame this problem by sprinting my big tits across the road and waving at cars to apologise for my disgruntled look (Can you imagine? I wish someone had videoed) Second problem and the reason why i was sprinting across the road. I needed water in a container. So what did i do? Go up and bang on some randoms door to ask for some water. The lady responds with "Are you a bit parched or something?" Well, silly me had forgotten to explain what i needed the water for so she thought i was just some random bitch asking for a drink on her doorstep!

 Anyway, i get two 1.5 bottles filled with water and here i am running across the big road cars tooting and everything and i get back over just in time to answer a call from my friend mooney. Well, naturally she just thought it was hilarious. Asked if i needed a hand and then let me get back to it. I thought when i popped the bonnet and steam came out id try and make it look sexy but turns out its just fucking hot! I filled the container with water and sat in the car and waited, typical me, instead of worrying about whats gunna happen to my car i send out a text to people in the area asking them to bring me some dinner while i wait cause im hungry. Rebekah Dewhurst your car has just broken down which probably means more money on the shitter and your thinking about food. Yes, yes i am.

A van pulled over (the first nice bastard to stop and see if a poor vulnerable girl with a broken car was okay) and after i replied with "yeah sweet bro, cars just a bit fucked.", he got back in and left with a wave. I attempted to drive it while the temp was down but after another km it just flew back up into hot mode (clearly cause i was in the car), so i pulled over and waited for mooney to call again and see if i was okay. Being the bloody trooper she is, her call came right on cue and she told me she'd be there in twenty.

I drove the stupid piece of shit back to hers (about 6km down the road) and just as it was coming up the hill it stalled and i managed to coast it into her driveway. Oh well atleast the sounds still worked! To conclude my frustrating story, i now have no working car, the g-banger is not going to ohakune and the stupid slutty thing is going to cost me a shit load! Im a bit pissed off to say the least, but hey it made a good blog topic right?

Tried uploading a photo but its such a piece of shit even the computer is rejecting it. Check it out in its better days http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.463306829415.246205.741669415#!/photo.php?fbid=463307624415&set=a.463306829415.246205.741669415&type=1&theater

Im sorry officer it wont happen again...

When it comes to being pulled over by a cop, iv tried it all...
Due to my ride being so gangster and attracting so much attention naturally i get pulled over on a frequent basis. It doesnt help that a big boobed chick is driving it. You'd seriously be suprised at how often i get asked if its stolen or my boyfriends. "Ahh no officer its not stolen, yes im maori but im the nice kind." and "I dont have a boyfriend but your kinda cute."

Over the last year my ahh fines have gotten a bit up there. You name any minor fine you can get with a car and i probably have it. Speeding camera x 5, No rego x 3, Parking ticket x3, Caught speeding by an officer x2, no seatbelt x1, no brake lights x2, driving in a bus lane x1. No im not a shit driver, im just not a very sneaky one.

This one time i got pulled over by a police officer when i was following my friend to go sell his car up north. He had sped off and i was attempting to keep up with him by going a small 10km over the limit. Well, you know how it goes. I saw the blue and red lights in my mirror and my heart sped up and car slowed down and pulled off onto the gravel. To make it a little worse i pulled onto the gravel a little to fast and it did a cute little skid. Officer didnt like it i dont think. As i sat in the car waiting for him i realised i had no rego! I dug into my handbag grabbed my lippy, foundation and hair brush and applied and combed everything into place. Yes i was doing what id seen in the movies. Attempting to get out of a ticket by flirting. It went a little something like this.

Cop: Do you know how fast you were going?
Bex: About eighty five i think sir? My speedo is sometimes out. (Flutters eyes)
Cop: You were going 91km. Thats 11km over the speed limit miss. Licence please?
Bex: (Time for the sympathy vote) Oh wow, i never speed. My boyfriend said he would fix the speedo but then he dumped me (Lets out little whimper)
Cop: Miss, your licence?
Bex: (Mumbling) Shit balls, piece of crap, son of a...
Cop: (Walks around car once) Did you know your rego is out to?
Bex: Oh no! My ex partner always took care of that, im so sorry officer ill get onto it straight away..

Well the cop starts writing out the ticket and i decide to try my luck out.

Bex: Have you been busy today sir? How long have you been a police officer for? I didnt know police men were getting so good looking. You dont look a day over twenty five. So young but doing so good for our country.

The corniness continued and with every line coming out of my mouth the redder in the face i became. I couldnt believe i was speaking such bullshit to try to get out of a 300 dollar fine. He smiled a little and made polite conversation back but i could tell he had seen it all before. My fines are now paid off... almost, and hopefully i will never have more than two fines at one time again because its not easy on the pocket at all!

Im a poet and i dont know it!

Friends are there to laugh and cry
Friends should never say goodbye.
They know when somethings wrong
When your lost and drunk they'll search far and long.

Friends will tell you when you look like shit,
They'll take you shopping and dance with you till your fit.
When you jump off a bus and coma on the grass
They will point, laugh and take photos of you on your arse.

Friends will sing with you to a certain song,
They'll take the piss out of you and influence the wrong.
Sometimes friends will make you cry,
Youll kiss and make up and have a few wines.

My friends, they're awesome, even when they laugh at me,
The crazy bond we have is something no one else will ever see.
We drink to much and take to many photos,
Some are committed and some ride solo.

Without those girls id go insane,
No inappropriate conversations or time to be vain.
The fun, the drunk, the unexplained will go on,
But the crazy love we share will never be gone.

La Premiere

So, its that time of year again for all us dancers at eight count, formerly known as "nickys school of dance". This years show is called La Premiere and its going to be a goody. We havent just had teachers choreograph the show this year but also students have come in and choreographed dances to teach to other students. Its been great to watch some of them and see the amazing moves they come up with.

The theme for this show is dance movie theme songs or popular songs used in dance movies. So from "iv had the time of my life" to "i believe" or "fame", this show is gunna be big one. You will be able to bop along to the familiar tracks and give a yell for the people you know so there really isnt any reason to not come and watch it.

Tickets are 20 dollars. The show dates are 1st 2nd and 3rd of july and its at pukekohe harrington hall, also known as ploc theatre. Would be great to see you all there! I just hope i dont hear any inappropriate comments yelled out from my friends!

Just like a banana!

So i had a special request on what to blog about... Its disgustingly dirty so people under the age of 18 please turn around now. Jessica Foote this is for you.

The idea for this post came after a rather raunchy lunch date with some of my best mates Kim Bex and Jess. We were sitting outside Starbucks casually talking about sex, having not a lot of consideration for the people walking by us. This topic for us girls is the norm. Its a little weird if one day goes by without talking about it at least once. So after our coffee we decided sushi was the next stop and on the way, out of the blue, i get the most random question directed to me that i had had all week. Jess decides to ask a very inappropriate but oh so hilarious question about (code language coming in) if i can give her tips on how to eat a banana! Hopefully you get where im coming from, if you dont, your too young so hit the back button on your laptop kids. We are about to enter an r18 experience.

Top five tips on how to eat a banana:

1. Never rush straight into it, start with the tip and hold the rest firmly so it doesn't slip.
2. After a bit go as far down as possible. Big gulps are good!
3. Stop eating the banana every now and then and switch to a couple of plums. (If you know what i mean)
4. Sometimes licking up the side can give you an extra taste of the banana.
5. ALWAYS swallow, whats the point in all that eating if your gunna be bulimic and spit it all out. Ridiculous.

Jess this blog is so disgusting and it took me a good hour to get the balls (no pun intended) to actually post this so hope you like it doll. Ill see you for your nine o clock practice appointment on Friday! :)

Dont drink and text!

The morning after a big night out you usually wake up smiling if its been a good one. Well, i wake up smiling and then my stomach drops as all the dumb shit i said and did comes flooding back into my memory. Some one should seriously take my phone off me when im drinking. Better yet, i should just not take it out. In one night i can use up all my free minutes by bombing people with calls and send messages that no one can understand. Last night im pretty sure i topped it off with a message i sent to someone and when i read it this morning i cringed it was that lame. Wont go into details but it was meant to be mysterious and sexy and just sounded bloody stupid.

Anywhoo just a quick blog to say that if your ever out with me, dont let me use my phone unless we are lost. I think i have a problem.

The sex files.

Sex in the city. Kamasutra. Adult sex toy shops. Jersey shore (oh yeah!), Hoes in gangster video clips. American pie. Promo girls at a race track. What im trying to say is, sex sells.

So this one time at band camp... Shit where do i even begin. I could go on and on about this topic all night but i guess ill pick the juicy bits out and see where it takes me.

I guess ill start with foreplay just to ease you into it. My first real kiss was when i was thirteen and had totally scored myself the hottest boyfriend in a musical i was doing. (First sign) I had, had a crush on him for the entire show and when he finally found out and asked me to be his girlfriend i was more than happy to say yes. He loved this one scene in the show where the girls had to wear one piece togs and the boys had to wear a tight lycra type jump suit which were considered togs in the era it was set in. (Second sign) He had such a memorable loud voice and i didnt get jealous when he ran up and wrapped his legs around the other girls in the show. (Third sign). The show finished and three weeks later he left me for someone else. A boy. All the signs were there i guess i was just blinded by those amazing kisses.

Sex was a big deal in high school for a number of different reasons. For girls it was all about who was still pure and innocent, for the boys it was who could make it to the finish line first. For me, it was about sitting in class imagining how i could make it big as a sex therapist. I think my group at school had a problem. We would sit in the design room and openly talk about disgusting shit in front of our design teacher (who would just put on a little smile and pretend he couldnt hear anything) and then when interval rolled around we would go up to the common room and talk about it some more.

Loosing those big V plates is a huge deal. To girls. To guys its the victory dance after winning a semi-final at league. The grand final game of course is the many years of sex to come with other different females and the victory dance doesn't take place anymore because its simply another notch on the belt. Theres no such thing as unattached friendly sex. Sure it can take place, but with rules. I call it the three no's. No cuddles, No kissing, No staying over. This then equals No attachment. Try to avoid any conversation that isn't about sex as well and your sorted for some sweet no strings love mac'n. Im not saying im all for this concept but hey we all have needs i suppose and those who dont have other half's just cant quite make do with the toys in their draw.

Theres really no structure to this blog. Just a sudden urge to dwell on this specific topic. Sex sells but it doesnt mean you should sell yaself to just anyone... Gotta make sure they have a sweet butt first :)

I would walk 500 miles

I woke up this morning with a sudden inspiration to become a fitness freak. Im not sure just how long this is going to last but im going to make the most of it seeing as i have a dancing show in less than a month with very important people coming to watch!

So, iv renewed my membership at my gym in Papakura. Yes i know. Papakura. For whoever knows where i live, they are probably thinking "Why, Rebekah, would you drive all the way to papakura for a gym?". Simple answer really. Loyalty. Creo are amazing and they treat me nicely, something i was deprived from in childhood (referring back to yesterdays blog).

Iv also come up with a rather strict food diet for the next month and gone and printed off a food journal just to take it to the complete nutty level.

So with the gym four-five times a week, dancing once a week and a food journal how hard can it be? Well... Hard. You see, iv done the motivating bullshit stuff, renewing the membership, typing out a template for my food journal, but now i actually have to get out of my warm bed and go and start putting those things into action. Maybe ill buy a pair of new sneakers to. Exercising is like studying. Its so much fun to get everything ready, to go out and buy your new trainers and running leggings or setting up a study time table and buying new stationary to make study notes look better, but when it comes down to the crunch of actually doing it, you find all motivation is lost. Well not this time. Because here is my motivation, shes gorgeous!

Theres ahh one tiny problem. I love alcohol. But thats not the problem, going without is fine. But when your friends are into peer pressuring and love getting rowdy just as much as you do then we have a situation. So if im drinking over the next month, (which i already know i am) then it'll be soda vodka and lime for me. Sorry wine, your time has come to an end. Maybe Spewey Dewey will vanish as well if i switch what i drink. (New Tui Billboard anyone?)

Im not putting a set goal of how much i wanna loose or tone up, im just gunna go hard and see where im at in a months time. Hopefully shaking my arse on stage and everyone screaming their heart out in delight and excitement, not terror and fear.

Now that iv told you i suppose i actually have to follow through with this plan of mine. See you later big macs, your off the menu for a while.

Hopscotch, School bells & Waterbombs

My closest friends that know all about my lovely child hood will laugh at this knowing im making it public to whoever reads, but after stumbling across some old photos i cant help but to take a walk back down memory lane.

Childhood. Ahhh yes. For most, its a time to cherish. To remember the memories of making your first group of friends at primary school, doing your first school production, wearing matching things with your best friend. Yeah i have all those memories. I made a cool group of mates, i was the star in my school productions (of course!) and i wore the same thing as my best friend every day by organizing it on the phone prior to school. But did you guys eat big macs at the age of seven? Did you get water bombs thrown at you on your last day of school and the only come back you had was "mmm refreshing."? Did all your mates ditch you because you cut ALL your hair off to look like a girl at school, only for it to end up looking like a boys hair cut? Mhmm welcome to my childhood, aged 7-11.

Okay so i may be over reacting and making it sound worse than it actually was. My first boyfriend was called Matthew Young and i was in love.. Pity he didn't like me back and the only way i could get his attention was by stealing his glasses. Yes, he was a nerd. So after a my first nasty break up in year three i moved on to better things in year four. I had now secured myself an awesome group of mates and we climbed trees at interval and played marbles. Little did i know i was about to loose my marbles. I met a boy, Kerry Hebden (Praying to the lord above that no one i name ever reads this), and he was luuuuusssccccious! Top athlete in year four, hair-do like Jhonny bravo the cartoon and the cutest face i had ever seen. But then, Kodi Newson came along and he was just to good to pass up! Up to that point im pretty confident i was the coolest chick at Pukekohe Hill Primary, then i had to go and ruin it all by making a pros and cons list of each boy. I cant even remember who i settled on all i know is one went crying off to the toilet and the other just completely ignored me even though i had bloody chosen him! Point to my story? Everyone thought i was a horrible cow and ignored me.

This some how led me to start eating big macs at my cousins birthday parties at Mc Donald's, and get water bombs thrown at me on the last day. For a short while i was playing "elastics" by myself using chairs but i could only go up to a certain level before the chairs weren't tall enough.

After a couple of months and a very lonely friendless summer i was more than stoked to be starting at Strathallan college and now, thanks to Georgia Bramble, have a very entertaining group of friends out east ways. I just hope they dont start throwing water bombs at me, but the big macs... well they know ill never part with that.

Photo is of me at one of my best moments when i was a lot younger. Dont even know how i had friends looking like that.

Oh but such beauty now!

Yes Howick losers, This blog spot was dedicated to you all. Wouldn't change anything.

Social suicide or are we all in this together?

Facebook. 

Connecting people together or ruining individuals?

Technology is the way of the future so iv been told, but does that mean spending up to five hours a day on the internet in one sitting? Does it mean only being able to tell people how you really feel by typing it with your fingertips? Is it the idea that we can have a profile all about us yet still manage to hide behind it? Or better, is it a chance for people to show off by putting hoe bag photos up and having over ten albums named "modelling."

Some would call social network sites social suicide, others would call it a fantastic way of keeping in touch with family or of letting the world know you've run out of credit. It sounds like im having a dig at the people that do do these things but im not, cause im one of them. 

Its easy to upload or say things on the site because you dont have to put up with immediate reactions from people. You can devise a witty response, (although i already have very fast come backs face to face) or edit a photo album before you post your drunken saturday nights. Make them brighter and get rid of those drunken eyes, soften the pixels and make the sweat from that dance rave less obvious, or photo shop out that cigarette you dont want your dad to be "disappointed" about. 

Ahh yes technology is fabulous but is there a point that we will become to intoxicated from it and over-do our daily intake? The term square eyes used to come from my parents when i watched to much t.v but i think for people our age the computer is becoming our new box. I, along with many others, need to take it easy on the internet. Maybe then we would get our essays done faster and even maybe get better results from it because we didnt stop every second mid sentence to join another group or chat to our mates. 

Click the sign out button and go read a book. Promise ill do the same... 

Lets take a look into the future...

Yes im back, and this time im committed to actually writing on this frequently. Writing things down helps me make decisions, call it whack but its what works for me. Lately iv been thinking about the future and what i actually want out of it. Call it the end of my teenage years breakdown. Here are my options:

I stay at uni in a degree im not particularly enjoying and im even considering if i want to have this as a degree... i work full time until the end of the year potentially climbing the ladder there and build up credibility... or i go to the private makeup school and learn about what i love most. Yes i know how it sounds, dropping out of uni to go to beauty school? Try explaining it to my dad who is one of the smartest and traditional men i know.

Make up and hair isnt just a girly thing to do on saturday nights before you go out and hit the town. There are so many career options in this industry. Special effects, catwalk/runway, television, stage/theater, balls and weddings, evening opening your own business.

People tell me im crazy if i leave uni this far into it and i probably am, but i do wanna finish it, just at a time i know ill actually apply myself and give a shit. Hopefully it all starts to shape out pretty soon!